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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Simon_vs._the_Homo_Sapiens_Agenda_-_Becky_Albertalli, Bram_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Bram_Greenfeld/Simon_Spier
  Character:
      Simon_Spier, Bram_Greenfeld
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Sex, Naughty, First_Time, Love, Gay, Gay_Sex, Gay_Male_Character,
      Canon_Gay_Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-22 Words: 1945
****** Sex and the Like ******
by 914mokey
Summary
     This is a story of Simon and Bram doing what teenage boys do but
     hopefully in an appropriately Simon and Bram way. Don’t read if you
     don’t want to hear about them exploring sex stuff. Some explicit
     writing but this isn’t meant to be a porno.
“Turn the light off.”
Bram and I were laying in his bed. We had finished our homework and were
hanging out before I had to go home. He smiled as he reached behind him and
turned off the lamp.
“This better?” he whispered as he nuzzled in to me.
“Definitely,” I smiled as I scooched closer. “Um . . . I wanna talk about
something.”
“Okay. But you realize that’s not an encouraging way to start a conversation,
don’t you?”
“Sorry,” I reached for his hand and our fingers intertwined effortlessly. “It’s
just, when we were emailing some things were easier to talk about because we
weren’t really ourselves, right? I mean we were ourselves, but we weren’t
exactly who we—"
“I get it,” Bram interrupted, squeezing my hand. “So. What’s easier to talk
about in the dark?”
“Sex.”
“I already told you, my Mom gave me that speech.”
I laughed. I could see Bram’s sly smile in the darkness.
“Have you ever done anything with another guy?”
I was surprised he didn’t say anything. I could hear his breathing as his thumb
rubbed slowly against the back of my hand.
“Well, actually,” Bram started. I felt a twinge of panic in my stomach. “There
was this one guy. He was really cute and I had a huge crush on him. And one
night he held my hand at the carnival and then we started kissing and it’s been
pretty difficult to keep my hands off him since then.”
“Funny,” I breathed a sigh of relief. I let go of Bram’s hand and moved mine to
the center of his chest. It was warm and his t-shirt soft.
“What about you? Is your experience any more detailed than what Jacques told
me?”
“Now that you mention it,” I was happy to play along with Bram’s little game.
“There’s this guy I really like and we’ve kissed and stuff. And sometimes when
we’re making out I can feel that he’s hard. But so far I can’t tell if he’s
ready to do some other stuff. But I don’t want to screw anything up because he
means a lot to me.”
“Hmmmmm. Sounds like a problem. What’s your plan?”
“I figure I have three options. I can keep kissing and snuggling with him and
go home every night I see him with blue balls.”
“Yikes. Option two?”
“I could strip off his clothes and basically have my way with him, assuming he
doesn’t punch me first.”
“Doesn’t really sound like your style.” Bram laughed.
“I know, right? Or maybe I could ask him if he’s ready for some stuff to move
along a bit quicker. Because, well, I am.”
Bram reached for my hand and slowly slid it down across his stomach on to the
zipper of his jeans. There was no mistaking what was happening underneath. He
started pushing my hand against his hard cock.
“I am too,” he whispered.
I leaned over and kissed him as my hand kept rubbing against him.
“Here’s the thing,” I said after a while. “I still don’t want to screw anything
up, okay. So I want to talk about this stuff.”
“Do you want to discuss a step-by-step guide or something? By the way your
first step is very nice.” He lifted his hips up slightly from the bed to push
his cock against my hand.
“Pretty sure I know the basics, dude. I just want . . . .”
I didn’t know what I wanted. I just wanted to make sure if I did something
wrong he’d forgive me. I wanted to know if he was ready. I wanted to know I
wasn’t going to be embarrassed.
“Look,” I tried again. “We did the whole boyfriend thing backwards, right? Like
everyone else on the planet sees someone cute and then slowly they get to know
them and eventually they feel this emotional connection. For us we built this
emotional connection, got to know one another and then realized we were falling
for a hottie. At least, I was falling for a hottie. You had to make do with a
dork.”
Bram laughed. “My dork is pretty hot in my opinion. You might call him
adorkable.”
“Aren’t you clever. My point is, I don’t want to do something you don’t like. I
don’t want either of us to get uncomfortable. About the physical stuff I mean.
The sex stuff.”
Bram rolled on his side so he was facing me. He stared at me for a long time
before he spoke.
“I’m sorry if my slow start to this whole thing made you nervous. But I’m all
in Simon. I meant that. Including the sex stuff. And I think you’re making this
too hard. So to speak. C’mere.”
I let him get his arm around me and he pulled us close together. We kissed hard
and instantly I felt a new intensity from his body. He seemed even stronger,
pulling us closer. He slid his hand under my t-shirt and I felt his hand
rubbing the bare skin of my back. I couldn’t get close enough to him. I kept
pushing toward him. Our mouths, our chests, our cocks were pressing together as
we continued kissing.
“Can I take this off?” he whispered tugging on my shirt.
I said nothing but pulled away from him just enough to get my shirt off. I
immediately reached for the bottom of his t-shirt as well and then we resumed
where we left off.
Bram’s an athlete. He’s not bulky or muscly but I could feel the strength of
him all over. His skin was warm and soft. I loved feeling his chest against
mine as my hands slid across his back.
He pulled back slowly. I leaned in for more kisses, but he gently pushed me
away. I lay back on the bed and Bram straddled me. I stared up at him. His
shirtless body was amazing. I had never seen or felt anything like this before.
He smiled down at me as his hands methodically started touching my chest. He
spread his fingers wide as he touched my nipples and the center of my torso. I
felt soft and weak compared to him but it didn’t seem to matter. He leaned down
slowly for a gentle kiss.
“Can I keep going?” he whispered as he slowly pulled back from my face.
“Yeah,” I was breathless and nodded as he slowly backed away from me. He
scrunched back a bit and reached for the top of my jeans. I was freaking out
inside as fear and excitement boiled up in me. I don’t know what I was afraid
of. It was Bram. It was us. If I stopped for a moment I would realize nothing
bad would happen. But I wasn’t thinking like that. I was worried he wouldn’t
like my body. Nervous my dick would be too small or too curved or somehow not
as good as Bram had hoped for.
He unzipped my pants and tugged on them. I shimmied out of them and lay back in
just my underwear. My cock was lifting the front of them and Bram immediately
came back to me. He kissed my cheek and neck as his hand was gently rubbing my
dick through the thin fabric that separated our bare skin. My boxer-briefs were
the only thing preventing me from being naked.
Bram’s finger tips slowly slid under the elastic waistband. I took a deep
breath, the fear and joy inside me were powerful. His hand inched down slowly
into my pubes as we kept kissing. I relaxed and moaned as his hand finally
reached around my cock.
“Simon,” he whispered.
My body melted as he stroked me. No one had ever touched my hard cock before.
Nothing I had done by myself even came close to feeling Bram’s hand wrapped
around me, his body on mine, our tongues touching.
I felt close but didn’t want to finish yet. I reached down and pulled his hand
away. I pushed against him and rolled him on to his back.
“My turn,” I said as I straddled him. I stared down into Bram’s brown eyes and
saw only his happiness.
“Lucky me,” he said reaching up to my bare chest.
I fumbled with Bram’s jeans and we both laughed as they seemed impossible to
take off. Finally, he threw them on the ground and he reached up my arms.
“Now, where were we?” he said pulling me in for a kiss. I smiled and lowered my
body on to his. His hands slid across my back and in no time he was sliding
them under the back side of my underwear, his strong fingers caressing my bare
ass. I reached down and quickly shed the last remnant of clothing I was
wearing. Then I started tugging on his underwear. He lifted his butt from the
bed and threw his own black briefs overboard.
This was happening. I was naked. Bram was naked. Our bodies were touching
everywhere. I reached for his cock and noticed his pubes were tightly trimmed.
Of course Bram would pay attention to every square inch of his body. Of course
he made sure he was ready for this moment. A brief of rush of panic rolled over
me, worried I wasn’t as neat and tidy as Bram.
He moaned softly as I stroked his cock and I quickly stopped worrying. Bram’s
cock was about the same size as mine. It was hard and perfect just like the
rest of him. I loved how it felt and how we felt. I reached down and cupped his
balls and Bram sighed in approval.
“I’m close,” he said after a while and then quickly rolled us over again so I
was on my back. Bram sat up and straddled me. He reached down and put our cocks
together. He held them with his hands as he thrust his hips gently, sliding the
undersides against each other. I was close too.
It didn’t take long before I saw Bram’s cockhead swell and a river of his cum
flowed out of the fat head. It was on my stomach and quickly smeared against my
own cock.
“Fuck,” I said as I turned to jelly. My cum shot up in three long ropes against
my stomach.
“Whoa!” Bram looked surprised and excited by the mess I made. He lowered his
face to mine and then slowly collapsed on top of me. Our bodies pressed
together, our warm cum smeared against our tummies.
We kissed softly and Bram ran his fingers through my hair. He rolled off me and
lay on his back. I looked down at his naked body, little sparkles of our cum
glistening on his stomach. He was panting quietly. I curled up next to him and
his arm wrapped around me.
“So, that was okay?” I asked smiling.
“It was perfect,” he said. “Perfect because it was with you.”
We lay in silence for a few minutes until finally Bram leaned over and grabbed
his t-shirt off the floor. He reached over and used it to wipe off my tummy
then did the same on himself. He pulled on his underwear, which was black and
tight and form fitting. I was glad to put on my own boxer briefs. I guess
nudity’s not really my thing. But I was even more glad to snuggle next to Bram.
“Did we break any of your Mom’s rules?” I asked.
Bram shook his head, grinning
“I think we did okay this time,” His hand rested on my bare tummy.
“Does that mean there will be a next time?”
“I’m all in, Simon.”
“Me too.”
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